stealing
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O wait! Is it real?
I am looking at the mirror, is it real?
O my life, what did you from me steal?
O wait! Is it real?
My soul, my love, or even myself. What is in me real?
Jealousy,
The reality I had to live through
Because realistically
Writing is something I commit to
Gotta sit through
Defending my own conflict view
Harsh and cold
Is the shattered concrete
Click clicking beneath the feet
Of jostled ignorance
Heavily breathing
Pant panting anxiety
Beneath these metal ghosts
So I messed up again and this time it was worse
Almost leaving in a cop car, the next will be a hearse
I made a simple mistake and at the time it wasn’t that bad
Just take these two shirts and stuff em in my bag
